Ankhesenamun In Refraction [Mature Content]

[Ankhesenamun, loquitor]

 

My love for him is so intense,
the thought of death does not disturb it.
Because my love for him is so vital,
my lust for him is like a living person;
it becomes myself
without regard to royal decorum.

 

To the innermost penetralia of our private chambers,
like the dormitories we do not see, as yet,
we flee from cares of state, and official statements,
and the unspoken contempt of officials toward our youth.

 

Clad in linen skirtings. genderless like designer jeans,
bare from the waist up and barefoot,
we caress only uncovered skin, especially thoracic,
with the slowest deliberation
and always a renewed sense of exploration;
keeping our eyes locked on each other
as long as and whenever possible,
allowing no distraction
to disrupt the most delicate sensation,

the fluid art of offered pleasure

that lips and tongues, and finger and hands

instinctively understand.

 

The first to achieve the multiple
surges---spasms---thrusts---shivers---

the body's ultimate exultation---
must, when recovered,
deliver its pedal provision and demonstration
upon and unto the other,

 

until we are overtaken by naked slumber.

 

Starward

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem came to me during early morning slumber, and the anachronisms are intentionally included.

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